Greeting Card Maker | Poem Art Generator

Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download the photo graphic, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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checkered pursuits
I wanted to be an engineer and drive a train insane always with my chug-chug-chugging and that four-note whistle I carried in my dungarees Whoooo - whhoooowhoooooooo I wanted to be a balloonist 'n' look down on the Earth sun-kissed and wear a fine coat and dark-brown top hat like the wizard waving goodbye to his loyal subjects, that's that I wanted to be a proud soldier of the good fight - that's right the hard one that always opportunes bravery wherever you may be what's more, no blood or gore I wanted to be a scientist who mouthed silent 'n' studied fish scaling new heights of discovery but couldn't spell Ichthyologist so I gave upstream-swimmin' that dream I wanted to be a man of means not mean I mean, but not indentured to the whims of modern Narcissus or worse - his demanding missus you know demeaning from other gender is a humiliation we prefer to surrender I wanted to heal mankind’s afflictions debilitating ones like physical addiction fevers of the bodies mind and soul chills that shiver us to lose control but sometimes a man's desires get oversold 'stead I became a bit-player in I.T. it seems, to here sit, loggin' time sumptuousness seems a word too refined but can count digitally fingered bits if anyone really wants to know the number, the score, what's more I'll give ya my own what-for 'bout what life means, no more © Goode Guy 2014-01-14
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